Gavin: It's a class system here at C.B High, Stevie Boy. Check it out. There you got your motorheads, car jocks. All the world's a gasket and a lube job and a pack of Luckys. Music of choice: Posi-traction overdrive, classic rock. Skynard, The Allmans, Bruce. Drug of choice: Beer, Miller Genuine Draft. Keggers can't be choosers.

U.V: Freaks who fix leaks.

Gavin: Over here you have your microgeeks. Nerds, whiz kids and various other bottom feeders. Music of choice: The sound of an Apple PC booting up. Drug of choice: Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" and a cup of jasmine tea on a Saturday night.

U.V: Freaks that go squeak.

Gavin: Over there you have your skaters. Riffin', ragin' kids and their ramp tramps. Baggy pants, Dickie wools, doing 50-50 grinds with a gnarly grab finish on a homemade halfpipe in the woods. Music of choice: The wack of a hacky sack. Drug of choice: Ecstasy, E-tab. Baby, longer lovin' through science.

U.V: Freaks in sneaks.

Gavin: Here's where it gets really nasty. Lorna runs with that group there, the Blue Ribbons.

Steve: What's that?

Gavin: It's a community group of good kids. Have bake sales, car washes. Kiss a lot of adult sphincter.